Zak walked though the sand as if he had a place to go. The smell of burning flesh waved though the air. He could not trace the faint smell, was it a random fire from the intense heat? Or was it his own skin melting right under his nose? It did not matter he would be dead soon if he did not take off. His flaming body brought no mercy; his red narrow eyes brought sorrow across lands, his long wings can strike fear into any man around. The heat did not hurt Zak but the huge cut on his back that shaped with his spine did. Zak just got past a huge battle with a very talented man and was able to get one shot on Zak that almost killed him.
Lets go. Zak mutters to himself. Zak takes off and fly’s above the clouds, it was much harder to breath but he likes how it feel with the wind going though his dark hair. Soon Zak sees a dark smoke drifting off in the distance. Zakera pulls his feet in front of him and watches as they touch the golden sand. Zak sees the flames reaching at least fifteen feet in the air.
The fire is a campfire. Zak snorted. How? Zak said fairly loud. He saw that fire miles away. Zak stands there for ten minutes, muttering and trying to figure out how it was possible. Did he have the wrong fire? Was he delusional? No! Zak screamed. It is not possible. Zak stands stunned still trying to figure out the mystery when he hears something foot steps closing in on him.